ON lyrics

[Verse 1: ATC]
Never stop living living the dream yeah
You know this gon' be the f*cking team
$inigang all they f*cking talk about b*tch n*ggas
Yeah you know you're in a drought
I think it's time to redeem ourselves
I stay piping in some f*cking hotel
Yo girl just like a bell always loud and never f*cking stops
I don't understand how they don't call the cops
I nut in her eye so i call her cyclops
I hit you up and give you some props
Yeah she's a lil thottie
Lil b*tches acting naughty
Stupid lil b*tch dotty
She knows how i like my toppie all sloppy
Yeah you know she keep on calling me papi
So i guess this my new hobbie

[Chorus: ATC]
b*tches on
b*tches on
b*tches on
b*tches on
b*tches on
b*tches on
[Verse 2: ATC]
b*tches on b*tches inception i'ma keep sipping
And sipping till i lose direction
Gunshots in your direction yea you know that we be flexing yo b*tch yeah she be stressing b*tch n*ggas hoping that is a lesson
You know who you are and you are who you know don't let no b*tch n*gga ruin the flow
Look at me now look at me now before your king comes around
He don't play around don't make a sound flow is so good i'ma go space bound not just world wide
I'ma need a tour guide for this f*cking mansion
f*ck i just had an expansion i'm really 'bout
The cash in i don't got much fashion
But yo girl be looking at me with a passion

[Verse 3: OTG]
Yeah hating on me 'cause you know i'm the best
Yo girl said she like me just look at the text
Research before you get it off your chest
King of this game but we ain't talking chess
You say that you next but your music at rest
Don't f*ck the kid 'cause you know that i'm blessed
Ripped through these n*ggas like their jeans
Distressed
Tryna come for my throne-i ain't impressed
Stalking my prey with my barrel suppressed
Dont look back when i blow up and leave you dead
My sound is what keeps you obsessed
Just tryna make my own clouds
I know my sound is what keeps you about
All of sudden they hop on our route
No flow in your verse that b*tch is a drought
Damn, that b*tch is a drought
Yeah, f*ck all these n*ggas you n*ggas straight clowns
Think that its funny till i come around
That 40 strapped on me-you won't like its sound
Rounds flying out-yo mom on ground
You stand there frozen just looking around
King of this hill-golden my crown
Killer sh*t-shell f*ck me all for the clout
You girl doesn't love you-i know that no doubt
Damn-$inigang stay counting fetty
You peasants ain't ready-my bars weigh too heavy
ARs stay blasting make your kids confetti
Delusional when i be smoking that heavy
Pull up in foreigns-beamers n benzes
She know who the best is
She like me 'cause she know i'm rich and i'm reckless
Peep all these diamonds that dance on my necklace
Woah slow down
Gold on my wrist like Chris
Glock 18s with extendo clips
Activist-on the dash of the whip
Gang sh*t-i'm just hitting these licks
Silly rabbit you know trix are for kids
Not famous but you b*tch takes my pics
Call chigga to run up with dat stick
Squeeze it once then we all plead the fifth
Court is in session-ill serve you this sentence
Yo b*tch toss my salad she wanted some dressing
Addressing you n*ggas take notes of this lesson
I'm f*cking yo b*tch while ass in detention
f*ckboys you know i'm the sh*t
You know i'ma blow 'cause i'm coming up quick
Rackings these kills all you have is assists
Dolce gabana all over my b*tch
The Tommy all of over you jealous admit
You n*ggas can't catch up i guess you unfit
Counting the lapis you count counterfeit
I am the boss of this mafia sh*t
You sinners disgusting throw you in the pit
Mozart with strokes when i play violins
When you hear my voice on the track
You get chills through your skin
Atc otg that's how you win
Gang